
Landscape at Le Pouldu, by Paul Gauguin (1890)
The weight inches closer and closer, doesn’t it? This week I learned three friends got the virus. I spent time with that New York Times’ series on people we’ve lost. I listened to John Prine and sang his songs. I thought almost constantly about families — thousands and thousands of them — who can’t mourn wi…
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